Lion Head Mesa fatat khadra'

jawahir missed nothing. mouseberry cried out and pharaoh was further pleased. their gift was well-received. but mouseberry was not only a gift. they too did not enjoy seeing the starvation among their own kind.
he is called pharaoh, jawahir breathed, coming to stand before mouseberry once more. their eyes weighed the amethyst gaze. there is no dishonour in coexistence with his kind. he prizes us as we are.
ramesses had disappeared into the cool shadows of akashingo. jawahir urged mouseberry forward with a tilt of their fine head.